The black winter
Dictates my verses and hardens my pen,
With black ink, upon this black skin,
A force to make the black albino tremble.
The black winter approaches.
'Soon I will be with you,
Soon you will see me no more, '
Prophesied the Christ.
For the black winter approaches, and I await it.
The wind rises, no one masters its course,
From where it surges or toward what it lunges;
Whether it be a storm or a breath of war,
Be on the watch, stand ready,
For
the black winter approaches.
The Son of Man must face the agony
To seize his crown of glory.
Watch and struggle, for the evil one prowls,
But his agitation betrays the end of his reign.
The black winter approaches.
Arm yourselves!
Put on your breastplates,
The black winter is coming.
And when this winter comes to defy us,
It is standing, and adorned in glory, that we shall crush it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem